Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.

The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.

We were not born to sue, but to command.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

Macbeth to Witches: What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like th' inhabitants o' th' earth, And yet are on 't?

Though I be but prince of Wales, yet I am the king of courtesy.

One good deed dying tongueless Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that. Our praises are our wages.